When I finished work two weeks ago to focus full-time on getting everything in place for Vague Direction to commence, I made some presumptions:
It’ll be nice and relaxing, no pressure from outside sources, I’ll get to take my time and organise everything with plenty of time to spare. Maybe even throw in a couple of paddleboard sessions.
So you might be surprised to find out that I’m writing this blog post at 02.28am, after having spent the last 18 hours glued to a screen, sending emails, and making Skype calls.
It dawned on me, after talking to a couple of people, that there’s now less than two weeks before everything (or atleast the first month or so of logistics) needs to be in place.
It also dawned on me, how much is left to do before being even a tiny bit organised!
So the long days and late nights continue.
EDIT: I ended up pushing the flight back by 3 weeks to get more prepared. It was without a doubt the best decision.